Friday, March 16, 2012

Eight fold Path


    Speak or act with an impure mind,
    And trouble will follow you.
    An untroubled mind,
    No longer seeking to consider
    What is right and what is wrong,
    A mind beyond judgements,
    Watches and understands.
    
    In this world Hate
    never yet dispelled hate.
    Only love dispels hate.
    This is the law,
    Ancient and inexhaustible.
    
    In every trial
    Let understanding fight for you
    If a man's thoughts are muddy,
    If he is reckless and full of deceit,
    How can he wear the yellow robe?
    Whoever is master of his own nature,
    Bright, clear and true,
    He may indeed wear the yellow robe.
    

    Your worst enemy cannot harm you
    As much as your own thoughts, unguarded.
    But once mastered,
    No one can help you as much,
    Not even your father or your mother.
    
    Whoever follows impure thoughts
    Suffers in this world and the next.
    In both worlds he suffers
    And how greatly
    
    Understand that the body
    Is merely the foam of a wave,
    The shadow of a shadow.
    
    Desire never crosses the path
    Of virtuous and wakeful men.
    
    The fragrance of sandalwood and rosebay
    Does not travel far.
    But the fragrance of virtue
    Rises to the heavens.

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